PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

your voice, your words

are molten lava

too, too hot

to touch initially

but given time to cool,

to sink into caverns

and crevices in the surface,

a bit

they're something to build on

a new, fresh landscape

to look out onto

i've never been afraid 

of the brutal truth

i need not tame nor slay

a raging dragon

with a truthful tongue -

rage on

my heart is tungsten,

break it if required

but i can take the heat

no, it's not cold steel

so i'll be fine

all i needed, 

all this time

was more patience

and i've been learning

so breathe fire

fill the atmosphere

scourge the landscape

melt away illusions

that anything lasts,

but what grows back

and help me to wait 

for what comes next

your voice, your words

are molten lava

when mountains erupt, i'll stay

you offer me a new place to start

the fireflies come again

out of your mouth